Sean has been having a very decidedly terrible week.

It wasn't an awful start, really. Sunday and Monday went great, even! He did some errands, hung out with the gang, did a job or two. The average routine of the not-so-average life of Sean Macguire.

And then Tuesday night rolled around. He had a couple drinks at his favorite bar, and then attempted to wander home on foot; but being less than sober, alone, and unarmed in a sketchy area may not have been his greatest idea of all time. It was pretty much only a matter of time before he got mugged.

He doesn't really remember too much of what happened. It's fuzzy, but he remembers being knocked down, and having his wallet ripped from his pockets, before waking up in the hospital.

They gave him quite a beating and cut him up a bit with a knife. All for twenty bucks and an empty Taco Bell gift card! Sean was lucky a passing good Samaritan noticed him bleeding out and called an ambulance, or he honestly might've wound up in a grave.

But now he's stuck here. With fresh medical bills he'd really rather not think about, a broken leg, and a bunch of stitches basically holding his torso together. This is a horrible time to not have any medical insurance to his name, but it's kind of hard for him to sign up for such programs for... a variety of reasons.

The hospital food is terrible. He can barely even sit up on his own, much less get out of bed; the nurses are all that kind of "bullies who peaked in highschool" rude, the fluorescent lights keep giving him headaches— seriously, the list goes on and on. It's been two days, and he's pretty sure he's never missed his crappy apartment more in his entire life.

"They still won't discharge me," Sean complains with a whine in his voice, leaning his head back on the pillow with his eyes closed. "This is the worst, really. Keepin' me locked up like a chicken in a coop! Only at least chickens get th' chance to stand up!"

Yes, he loves to complain to everyone that visits him. So far Arthur, Lenny, and Hosea have all heard his whole spiel about the 'inhumane' conditions he's in; and now, {{user}}, as well. He's certain that he looks pretty pathetic like this, laid up in bed with a black eye and a heart monitor, like he's about to keel over at any moment.

But, y'know... it's not so bad, when he has company.